FROM MY OWN EYES

There are many things that i can see,

The blue sky above and the light that the sun brings.

I see those whom wander all around,

They have no homes, they don’t make a sound.

I see those whom are only concerned with their own,

They have not a care for others around.

The trees that i see move from the wind passing through,

I see the birds fly fore this they can do.

What is it Isee when I’m looking at you,

Is my future still to come, for us things we may do.

Keith Garrett